“You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.”
A life-changing movie, Fincher’s grottiest but still cold and beautiful, it’s an unsettling film about commercialism and independence and what it means to be men, a masterpiece, a must-see.
★★★★★